The difference within the three Tendo sisters is really quite pronounced. Ultimately, when you got right down to it the list of things they had in common was much shorter than that which they did not. They were all quite strong willed (though presented that will in very different ways), they shared the same attributes all full sisters typically shared (parentage, race, family name), they were all very pretty, very physically appealing from head to toe and all extremely challenging to get to take you seriously if you were to express romantic interest in them.
And that's about it. For example, when Kasumi was ticked off about something she tended to smile at the thing that was annoying her, but smile in the kind of way that inflicted terrible and deep guilt within those that saw it. When Akane was ticked off, she stomped around like a great big ogre and made it clear to absolutely everyone what had set her off.
Nabiki was neatly in the middle of both extremes. A deep set scowl would set upon her face. Her brow would furrow. Her steps would be a good deal heavier than usual, but rather far off from stomping around. She wasn't trying to make someone feel guilty for disappointing her, nor was she trying to express some relief from what had tweaked her. She was simply calculating, nothing more and naught less.
And boy was she ticked off right now! Bound up by that perverted dogi, then made to dance and climax for its sexual amusement! Then when the perverted dogi had left her it had left her stark naked in her sister's bedroom. Fortunately she'd been able to steal a button up shirt, and a cute skirt that she'd had an eye on for a while before hurrying back to her own room, whereupon she intended to change clothes and put these away until Akane forgot all about them.
New clothes aside she was irate just now. Especially since she was pretty certain trying to plot revenge against it would be like trying to plot revenge against the moon. That dogi wouldn't feel anything, and even if it did it could do a lot worse to her than she could do to it. Unless she could find a way to feed it into a combine harvester, that irritating piece of sentient clothing could positively ruin her -
"Well hello there?" Nabiki whistled on stepping inside her room and catching sight of herself in the mirror. In all honesty she barely recognised herself. That shirt she had put on? Nabiki hadn't noticed it at the time, but it hadn't even buttoned up halfway before giving up on the chance of covering up her new improved bust. What was more there was a little peek of navel showing. Every time she took a breath in her belly button said hi, and every time she let a breath out it hid again.
"Huh..." she mused, shaking off her surprise at her own body. "This must be the effect the dogi has on the wearer. Hmph! No wonder little sister fell under its spell so easily, she's so insecure about her looks it's hardly a surprise."
Having decided on that Nabiki went on to her game plan: Take off her new clothes and put them away far back in the depths of her wardrobe where Akane would take years to find them. She started with the shirt, naturally, unbuttoning the very few buttons holding it together one at a time. Top button first, then she ran her index and middle fingers up and down the inside of the neckline, tugging the fabric as far apart as it could go. Nabiki's eyes greedily took in the sight of her own flesh. It looked delicious. That was truly the only way that she could describe it. There was a supernaturally healthy sheen to it that looked so appealing, warm and inviting like it was a crime it wasn't being touched at this very moment.
Once her fingers had finished their journey the next button was undone, then the trip was repeated. After the second button, the shirt began to slide off her shoulders, which also looked stunning thank you very much. After the third button, Nabiki turned a little to the side so that she could see her new figure from another angle. The fact that she was rolling her shoulders and pouting as cutely as possible was, of course, purely so she could understand the maximum effect of her enhanced sex appeal and not because she was lusting after her own reflection.
By the time the last button was undone Nabiki had completely turned her back, peering into the mirror over her rolling shoulder as the shirt hung off her elbows. Add in a little wiggle to her skirt clad derriere for effect.
"Oof, the boys won't be able to keep their eyes off me," Nabiki licked her lips. She seized hold of the hemline of her new skirt and rolled it up her legs until she could grasp hold of hemline and waistline in the same tight grip, letting her get a much better and more detailed look at her legs. "Amazing! With legs like these they'll pay through the nose just for the chance to talk to me!"
Maybe that dogi wasn't such a bad thing after all? Nabiki ran her hands around in a circle around her body, her tight grip making the skirt about as revealing as a belt in the process. Oof, looking at that butt made her rather more certain: It wasn't a bad thing at all! Well worth a bit of humiliation for a bod like this!
She unbuckled the skirt, and then in one fluid motion spun back around to face the mirror, dropped her skirt and shrugged her shirt all the way off and stared in amazement at the full glory of her new dogi granted body. Much like her sisters Nabiki had an astonishingly fit and attractive body with a healthy dose of sex appeal, but this...
"Nice," Nabiki whistled again. Flawless. This was what happened if you deliberately designed a woman to look realistically sexy, while also being astonishingly well proportioned. "Hrm, it did all that so quickly too. I barely even wore it, and it already made me look this hot?"
The question filtered up in her mind: What would it be like if she wore it for even longer? The thought was dismissed. Nabiki was greedy, but not a fool. She knew better than to have eyes larger than her stomach. That's how those other idiots around her kept getting themselves into trouble. This new body was good, great even! But anything sexier than this and you'd wind up with diminishing returns.
"I'll make plenty off this," she decided, soon seeing her shorts lying off next to her bed. The dogi must have taken it off when it snuck in here and put itself on her earlier on, so she strode over towards them, bent directly over at the waist while smoothing her hands down the back of her legs. "I don't need to wear the dogi any more to rake in the cash." Then she grabbed the shorts and shimmied them up her legs. "Hrm. A little tight on the butt," she noticed. Nabiki then put her hands on her hips and angled them so that her thumbs could trace down the middle, pinching each cheek while running a path that made a rather obvious crease in the fabric of her now tight shorts. "Yep. This'll drive 'em wild for sure!"
As for her t-shirt, she tugged it over her head. Unsurprisingly it didn't quite fit as well as it had a little earlier on. That was fine. A little underboob never hurt anyone... Except passersby who might be riding bikes.She gave it a little extra tug, and... There. Nothing outright offensive. More implied underboob than actual: A large part of looking hot is creating the optical illusion of more skin being shown than there actually is. The art of the tease, as it were.
Alas, Nabiki could hardly dwell on her new sexified body all day. Tempting though it might be ("Ooh, sensitive too!") she did have other things to take care of today. For that, she pulled out a ledger and flopped down onto her bed, her new bigger chest acting as a bit of a cushion that let her lean up without actually having to use her arms.
"Let's see now," Nabiki said. "I'm due... six envelopes of a thousand yen this week from various boys, but only five have arrived yet. Which one is it..."
While her right hand trailed its index finger down the ledger, Nabiki furrowed her brow in concentration as she performed a little basic mathematics to work out who owed her what, and how much short she actually was. However, unnoticed by her, Nabiki's left hand was going on a bit of a wander. And it was taking the scenic route to do it.
It started off at an innocent destination: Her left earlobe, which it tugged on for a moment before moving down to rub at the side of Nabiki's neck. Now that she wasn't staring in a mirror, the girl hardly noticed how flush she was getting, and was so involved with the numbers that she didn't quite spot that her nipples were growing increasingly erect and sensitive as time went on. Well, she'd notice soon enough, but certainly not at first.
"Mmm... That's right, I remember now. He's gone on holiday with his family, so I gave him a blackmail payment holiday, on the understanding he'd get me a gift and pay me double next week..." Nabiki said aloud to nobody in particular, which was strange as she normally internalised all of this kind of thing. "Strange that I would forget."
Her left hand then went on to her shoulder, rubbing underneath the fabric of her t-shirt. Then back out and down her left side, briefly groping her enhanced left tit and in the process making her thighs clench together, trapping a significant portion of her sheets between them. Dear reader, I am not ashamed to say that I would give up a finger for the chance to be those sheets in that moment.
"What a bunch of losers they are," Nabiki continued to say aloud. "Drooling over me just because I'm a pretty face." Her hand now reached her stomach, and her index finger traced in spiraling circles around her navel before dipping in, running the circumference and coming back out again. "And a tight, fit body." Her right hand came away from the ledger, and then seemed to start a reflected version of the same journey its counterpart had begun a full minute previously. Up at the ear, then down her neck. "Th-they don't know me at all!"
And then her left hand began to creep, inch by inch, into the waistline of her shorts. Nabiki was still in denial at this point. Her eyes still scanning the ledger, but her mind not really taking on board the numbers and figures and names sketched within. Then her middle finger brushed up against a certain something and the denial disappeared like a sandcastle at high tide.
"Woah!" Nabiki grunted, jerking her hand out of her shorts, then getting right up onto her knees. She stared at her hand like it had just transformed into a tiny unicorn. "No, no!" Nabiki insisted, shaking her head. "I am not going to masturbate just because my new body is sensitiiiiii!"
That, incidentally, is what a horny Nabiki makes when her right hand tweaks her nipple. To muffle the sound she went double over, planting her face square into the mattress in front of her. Unfortunately, this caused her newly enhanced boobs to squish nicely up against her knees. And we do mean nicely. For the second time that day Nabiki came. Her legs kicked out, her hips humped up against her bed and she grasped that pillow so intensely into her face that it seemed like she was trying to suffocate herself. Eventually the spasms stopped and she sat up.
"No," she reaffirmed. "I am nnnnot putting that thing back on!" A grunt escaped her and she pounded the pillow. "This is how it gets you. It makes you feel really, really good and then it makes you wonder how good it can make you feel." A beat. "Gosh, I only wore it for ten minutes at the most, what if I'd worn it for a full... "
Hour? Day? Week? Month? Year? Nabiki held her hands behind her back and violently shook her head, then rolled over to make sure they were pinned down. "I refuse," she insisted. "I'm not going to give in that easily." Her hip bucked upwards, and her traitorous hands took that chance to slip out and peel off her sodden shorts. "Guh! And I asked Akane to give this up? Sh-She'll never manage it! Oooh, yes!" That was the feeling of her gushing pussy hitting cool air. It felt so... freeing. Liberating. An actual blessed relief!
"D-Damn that thing!" Nabiki whimpered as her fingers began to spider walk across her hips towards a very obvious endpoint. "I'll feed it into a combine harvester! I'll have it shredded to oblivion then set the pieces on fire! Right after I - Right after I indulge myself, just this once!"
- Akane tries to give the dogi up.
- Akane has a more involved plan than just giving it up! Hello Ukyo, she has a gift for you...
- Ranma tries to get reinforcements to help deal with Akane.
- Why is the dogi having such a profound effect on Nabiki?
- Something else
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